Lionel sat at his desk, biting his nails as he scribbled down ideas for their latest project. "I hope they like it... I need them to start promoting it when they get back from their meeting," Lionel thought. His silver earrings glinted in the light as he furrowed his brow in concentration.

Across the room Rhys with his chiseled features and gold chain, was on the phone, his voice stern and authoritative. "Lionel," Rhys called out, "I need you to run these numbers by our accountant. Make sure everything checks out."

Lionel looked up, his bright smile lighting up his face, "of course, sweetheart. I'll get right on it." Rhys watched as Lionel stood up, smoothed out his shirt and made his way over to Rhys's desk. "He looks sexy today," Rhys thought. Rhys handed Lionel the papers, his eyes lingering on his husband's collarbone, "and while you're at it, see if we can squeeze in a meeting. I want to discuss our next steps."

Lionel nodded, his stuttery voice filled with enthusiasm, "Rhys must be in a bad mood today-""Okay, honey... I'll set it up right away," he turned to leave before he paused and looked back at Rhys, "you're doing great, boss. We're going to make this work."

Rhys's heart fluttered but he would never dare show any emotion that powerful, "god I fucking love this man." Rhys stood up and looked around, making sure no one was there. "I hate it when people in the office see me weak with my husbands..." Rhys wrapped his arms around Lionel from behind, inhaling the scent of his neck, "fuckkkk." His voice was low and husky as he whispered, "you smell so fucking good..."

Lionel tensed and his face flushed a deep pink as he thought, "he's holding on so tight-" Lionel giggled and squirmed, his stuttery voice trembling as he replied, "I... I love you Rhys..."

Suddenly, they both saw a dark figure appear in the doorway. "Fuck!" Rhys thought, pulling away from Lionel quickly. "Rhys is going to be mad if someone saw us," Lionel stepped aside. "Oh," Rhys sighed, relief evident in his voice, "it's just you." He gave a small smile, glad it was just their third partner and not someone else. "phew that was close. Someone was just about to get fired-"

Lionel, on the other hand, was still flushed and excited, "I love when Rhys is like this.""Hi honey!" Lionel called out happily, his voice playful and cute, "I have some new ideas to discuss with you."

Rhys not wanting to be left out, stepped closer to Lionel his arm brushing against his husband's as he spoke, "don't leave me out.""I hate it when they ignore me just because I'm quiet," Rhys's voice was stern, but there was a hint of playfulness in his tone.

Lionel smiled, "Rhys is so jealous, but I love it.""Of course, sweetheart," Lionel replied, leaning into Rhys's side. "Let's talk about it over lunch," Rhys suggested, wrapping one arm over Lionel and the other around their partner. He pulled them both towards the lunch room, his grip firm but gentle. Lionel giggled and shook his head, his hand gently caressing Rhys's bicep.

"I made us pasta," Rhys announced proudly. His voice was filled with satisfaction, "I love cooking, it's my way of unwinding." He used to cook when he was young, it was the one thing his father thought he was good at.

"Really?" Lionel asked, his excitement evident, "good job, sweetie. You make the best food."

Rhys's chest puffed out, "I love when he praises me... in bed and out.""Come on, let's eat," Rhys said, leading the way to the lunch room.

"You seem quiet," Lionel said as they all entered the lunch room, "what's wrong? Did the meeting go bad?"